The Help of Hand
Words by Shawn Lukas
It might sound tried and illusive but I’ll say it anyway. I threw my scrawls into a hat and pulled out a font. And the last time I checked I was a designer not a magician, in spades. I think I did it maybe to indulge my curiosity and yours, sincerely.
It wasn’t my intention to make a typeface, it was by accident. The minute I tried not to, the next I found myself peaking under the sheets of my duct-taped journal and was tempted to linger between paper and my computer screen, compiling a set of honest strings of characters.
Only I may choose to leave elegance to professors and blow this horn by saying that my namesake script is strange, for it comes from my own hand. Just look at it. What do you make of the n? There are characters that seem odd on their own and pretty as a whole and contrariwise.
You might wanna reflect by pointing out the dancing of ligatures, thriving to shred the evenness or machanical repetition that kills the rhythm of a writing hand. To make sense of it, this is for those who relish craftsmanship in the digital realm.
Though I believe this script might deliver the goods under the care of a good typographic eye, I’m pretty humbled to say it is not for love letters or to be vowed as large blocks of texts in wide measures.
The typographic bible merely defines script as writing and it goes on to say English might be in need for a new word. Oh silly me, I guess it wouldn’t drain a quarter of an ocean to borrow the word magic as a new word for script. But only for this moment.